lucetilogs | you're in the jungle, baby / you gonna die

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you're in the jungle, baby / you gonna die

Who: All draftees
What: Fighting the Third Party... and perhaps the wildlife.
When: June 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th. (Characters will be pulled out at 11:59 of the 6th.)
Where: An as-yet unmapped by the Malnosso tropical rainforest.
Summary: Here are your details. Try to stay alive, won't you?
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R.

No cut for you. Most of you will know how this works by now; if you don't, follow the lead of the others, or perhaps look to the last draft's fighting post for ideas. Don't forget to use your handy dandy character tags. Go forth and conquer thine enemies!

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Shut up! Just shut. Up![Is that a small group of third party members starting to surround them, or is it your imagination?] Give me a reason I shouldn't shoot you in the head right now for insulting my family, Weasley.

[Totally your imagination, since Ron doesn't see a thing. He's a little too focused on playing his cards right; after all, if he gets shot, he gets sent home and gets to tell Harry that his good-for-nothing little friend just shot him.]

Because then you'll lose any chance you ever had of pretending to be decent? Or maybe because your aim's so shoddy you're likely to miss even while standing right in front of me?

[And maybe that gun's being lifted a little higher to aim.]

Would you really like to test that theory? You'd be surprised what a quick learner I am.

[He flinches, but he stands his ground.]

I'd be more surprised if you had the balls to actually shoot. Or maybe it doesn't take any balls at all, and that's why you'd get at me that way.

[It's that last snide remark that makes him snap, lifting the gun higher and not even hesitating to pull the trigger. What, it's not like he was going to keep the safety on when they were in the middle of the war. The bullet was aimed for Ron's head, of course, but it's actually going to go zipping past his ear. Hurrah for poor aim when under pressure.]

[Though he'll deny it fiercely later and claim that he just hadn't known that those things were so loud, Ron jumps and comes damn close to wetting his pants when Malfoy actually takes the shot. When he realizes that he's not dead, he whips his wand up to retaliate, taking a chance to glance back and see if he could figure out where the bullet went so he knew whether or not Malfoy had meant to miss. Instead, he manages to see a figure lunging out of the shadows for him, and dimly realizes that he would have never heard anybody coming if he hadn't turned around. He draws his wand around and falls back, a Stunner shooting out even as he cries out:]

Shit!

[It's not the spell, but he's done it enough times that a little cursing here and there won't affect it.]

[If it weren't for the fact that there was someone coming directly at them, Draco would be quite pleased with the fact he scared Weasley witless. But no time for that. As the ginger shoots out the Stunner, he's aiming the gun again at the figure out there. His finger slips over the trigger a bit before he actually manages to pull it, firing a bullet straight at the third party member. Whether it hits or not, well, he's not going to wait and find out.]

Move!

[More shadows seem to descend from the trees, and though he's not normally one to run, Ron's not stupid, either. The booming sound of the gunshot hurts his ears and there are suddenly overwhelming forces approaching, and so he lets loose a few more hexes before turning, grabbing at Malfoy to get him going.]

Find a clearing; don't give them cover!

[Of course, jungles are different from woodland in that there aren't much by the way of clearings, but it at least gives them something to try for.]

[Well this is slightly familiar, isn't it? Fighting and running...didn't they just do this last summer inside Potter's head? Merlin. He doesn't even give it a second thought as Ron grabs him and starts running, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to check on their pursuers.]

Where the hell do you see any sort of a clearing?! [Not being familiar with jungle territory really doesn't help either, but he's keeping his eyes peeled for any sort of an out.]

[Yeah, but at least then they could pretend that was for Harry's sake. The prospect of dying next to Draco Malfoy isn't one that Ron likes, which explains his occasional turns and hexes.]

That's why I said find one, damn it!

[Theoretically Draco can pretend this is for Harry's sake. It's not like he cares if Ron lives, and like he'd enjoy dying next to him any more than the redhead does. There's another semi-steady aim and a firing bullet as he suddenly turns and ducks into a different part of the jungle.] Just start crashing through then!

Fu-... Malfoy, dammit!

[He doesn't have to follow, he knows that, and splitting up might even make it so they'd face less enemies each. But as most of the enemies will come towards him at the beginning since he's out in the open, he doesn't even hesitate before crashing after him.]

If we die, I'll kill you!

[There are way too many vines, and half of him wonders if it's possible to be swallowed by them, but he's pushing his way through ignoring the scrapes on his limbs.]

I think that's a bit impossible since they'll kill you first! Shut up and keep up! [He looks back again, checking to see how far behind the enemies are now.]

[If Ron didn't have better things to do, he would be gloating about how he could just use his wand to cut himself a clear path straight through, not bothering to cut up his palms. But as it is, he's too busy getting rid of the vines, when he comes across an idea.]

Wish Hermione or Neville was here.

[With those muttered words, he turns around quick, flashing out his wand and hoping he manages a new spell right on the first try.]

Vinea Oppugno!

[He turns around before he could see if it works, unable to see whether or not the vines are attacking whoever's on their tail.]

[Gloat later, run now. However when Draco hears Ron yelling over his shoulder, he turns to watch as a few of the vines reach up as if they had a life of their own, tripping up and attacking some of their pursuers.]

When the hell did you learn that?

[You learn a lot of interesting things when you're trying to figure out how your best friend sent canaries diving at your head. He'd tried a few variations of the charm afterward, mostly resulting in some unfortunate paper cuts for Seamus, who'd been nearby and got to get attacked by parchment, but this? Well, this was new.]

About two seconds ago. Now run!

[You don't have to tell him twice. He's bolting through the foliage as best as he can, taking one moment to shoot over Ron's head to ward off any that managed to escape the vines.

It's almost suffocating, but he soon comes out on the other side of the tangle of vines into a clearly, glancing back to make sure they weren't followed. He'll even be holding up his gun to make a point.]

Think that's it...?

[asasljdafl STOP SHOOTING THAT GUN SO CLOSE TO HIM. It makes him nervous, and what makes him even more nervous is that Malfoy didn't just maim him to slow him down and buy some time for himself. But he's not thinking about that, because Malfoy's still a prat. Obviously.

Almost stumbling into the clearing, Ron whirls around, holding up his wand as he eyes the trees carefully while catching his breath.]

Maybe. If not, I think we could manage to make it through another attack. You got hit?

[WELL THEN GET OUT OF THE WAY FASTER. Lucky for Ron, Draco's done shooting and he's lowering the gun once he assures it's safe to rest for a few moments. He's not letting his gaze stop wandering though.

His hand lifts up to swipe at a bleeding cut on his face from the vines, checking himself for other injuries.]

Might have, but nothing I can't fix later. You? [He's not even thinking about how he shouldn't even be asking. It just seems like something you should check on when it comes to your human shield.]

[Ron shrugs. He can feel a few stings along his face and hands, but he's got no way of knowing if they're new of it he'd gotten them before with earlier skirmishes.]

Right as I'll ever be, I reckon. What now?

[Pocketing everything, Draco shrugs right back.]

Suppose we've a few choices. Either stay here and wait to be attacked again, find the main offensive group, or go back out there and fight on our own.

I've been doing the last one all day. [He gives Malfoy a sideways glance.] Reckon it might be a bit different this go-around, now that I've got dead weight to cart around with me.

Dead weight? I just saved your arse!

[He whirls around to gape at him.]

Saved me? What planet were you on two minutes ago?!

The planet where if I hadn't shot behind you you wouldn't have noticed we were being ambushed? Honestly.

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